As fast as trains could take me; and I wrote,
Like one intoxicated, from the inn:
“The bureau’s agent here abides your wish”;
And, signing not my name, awaited thus
The welcome sure to seem more sweet than life.
It came. I went.
“You?” Edith cried, “and whence?”
“From whence?” I said. “Each slightest spark of good
Flies upward, and the heaven returns it where
It fires the most?—and where were tinder found